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...assignment brought warm memories of family: his father, the great Russian basso Feodor Chaliapin, was a close friend of Rubinstein's in Europe many years ago. Between them, for reasons only they really know, painter and pianist decided on the rather unusual garb of red coat and vest for the portrait. And why is the piano green? "You don't have to see it green," said Chaliapin. "It is black; perhaps it was an artistic liberty I took. Perhaps I thought that in that light, with the red jacket, the piano looked more green than black. The same...
...months; his third and fourth wives were the same woman-Joyce Matthews. In recent years, the grain of sand decided to leave the public eye, but there was no getting out, or no need to, for that matter. Rose had traded his Broadway sports jacket for a Wall Street vest. He owned 160,000 shares of AT&T which made him the company's biggest single stockholder. In a rising market, his paper profits on AT&T and other holdings felt more like velvet; Rose calculated that between October 1963 and February 1964 they came...
...Gaulle and Mitterrand, whom Frenchmen call "le beau Francois" for his looks, "le Florentin" for his political suppleness. One of eight children of a Cognac railroad clerk, Mitterrand climbed to prominence through sheer brilliance and an inborn political knack for being all things to all people. Though his vest-pocket party, the left-of-center Democratic Socialist Union of the Resistance, has never amounted to much, his adaptability shoehorned him into no fewer than eleven revolving coalition Cabinets of the Fourth Republic. For at least two of his Cabinet stints, Mitterrand is given high marks...
...entered the suite; and, just as easily, he has shed the 26th Street Beach obscenities and Californiaisms like "bitchin'" from his speech. During our three-hour talk, he looked like an expensively-tailored cowboy. The beige suede boots were new, as were the red gingham shirt, the black suede vest, and the levi-cut pants of loden wool flannel. He pulled self-consciously at his boots and told us that "we've got the bread and we live that...
...luncheon meeting of the Cleveland Touchdown Club seemed the soul of mild-mannered urbanity. He broke his rolls before he buttered them. He politely said nothing about the veal cutlet. He refolded his napkin neatly when he was through. He wore a charcoal herringbone suit, and he buttoned his vest all the way-so only his tailor knew for sure about those 17-inch biceps, that 46-inch chest and that 32-inch waist. But the banquet toastmaster was not fooled for a second. "Gentlemen," he firmly announced, "I give you Superman...